and tear it, bleed it like a moist doilypeel its panties off in a cunning stunt.The bitter craftsman splits his tongue

all tits, no glamour. He is to bethat soul-sucking asshole runt.Take this slimy, half-hearted villanelle

read it to your kids, let them seeyou jiggle your way down the page: be blunt.The bitter craftsman splits his tongue

pissing all over your tired dreams, missing the tree.You’ll be poor. Rip off your clothes and hunt.Taking this sacred, half-hearted villanelle,the bitter craftsman splits his tongue.

Peter Burzynski is a first-year PhD student in Creative Writing-Poetry at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. After growing up in the booth of a restaurant on Milwaukee’s South Side he went on to complete a B.A. from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, a M.F.A. in Poetry from The New School University, and a M.A. in Polish Literature from Columbia University. In between his studies, he has worked as a Sous-Chef in New York City and Milwaukee. His poetry has appeared on The Best American Poetry and Bar None Group websites as well as in the Fuck Poems Anthology.